Where Mem'ry springs from
There, Time has a source.
Starting back down this course
Is called Introspection.
The image of a fish,
With dazed expression.
First wriggling about
In energized waters.
Their quietening refers
To the log and silt years.
Aims blunted by rebuffs.
And blurred by fears.
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